my first experience as a novice Mistress

As I conclude my first year of being in the lifestyle, I recall the people I have met and sustained relationships with, and others that I should probably refrain from staying in contact with.

My mentor when I began this Journey was/is Audacity Diaz, a good friend of mine who is well more experienced in female domination than I was and even now she is still more assertive of Herself than I am. There is always something new I can learn from her.

Now, I have dabbled in the sugar bowl, but that is not the topic of this evening but prior to meeting my first submissive that was the only real life exposure I had to any type of SW. Surprisingly, it was not difficult for me to find potential daddies and the funny thing is that most of them where what I was looking for… a rich lawyer. So I knew it was important to be good with my words and carry myself in a certain manner, it was about being what these guys wanted me to be and give them excellent company that the surrounding men would be jealous of.

I’ll definitely touch more on my sugar bowl experiences at a later time, but as a side note I guess it reaffirmed that I much preferred taking the lead in relationships and being pampered, and spoiled for simply being me.

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I met my first submissive on Fetlife, although I had a bunch of slave applications in my inbox when I first started (as you can imagine), his stood out in particular due his proximity to me and the structure and content of his letter. I was just beginning to discover fetishes, and wasn’t quite sure what I liked and didn’t, but this submissive was into sissification. For sure his main kink.

He wasn’t ugly and he told me he had his own business… for some reason I thought he owned a restaurant or bakery due to the proximity but turns out I was talking to a lawyer with his own practice, coincidently.

I was a bit nervous to meet him, because again, I had turned 22 years old not that long ago and I was meeting a stranger who could easily be a murderer. But I guess he could have said the same.

We met at the parking lot of a store, and I was waiting for him inside as I was honestly really nervous. Then I got a text that he arrived and that he was in “the bougie Mercedes”. As I go outside I see him in his work clothes still, in the distance waving at me.

I had no idea how close we would get and how well we get along in a D/s relationship, but us smoking weed in his car the first time we met would have been a good indicator.

I adore Chrissy as a submissive. In retrospect I see he’s not one of the best human beings, but he is very fun to be with and at the same time I really admired him for his professional achievements.

Chrissy is an important person in my journey as a dominatrix, and was my first D/s relationship.

After smoking weed, we went back to the store and he bought me over $300 worth of crap I wanted, which included a fancy bong, jewelry for my piercings, and probably something else that I don’t remember now. I made him carry the purchase and my purse as he walked behind me. I was also aware that the people at the store knew that they were going to get a fat purchase with us as they were EXTRA helpful.

When we got to the hotel room on the side of the beach, I did not feel uncomfortable but I did feel uneasy and unsure of what I was doing. I wasn’t sure if I was doing things appropriately or “domme”- like.

I remember he brought a duffel bag full of toys and slutty fits. I laid them out on the bed as he freshened up, trying to pick an outfit I would like to see him in. I chose a turquoise rayon outfit with black lace trimming for my sissy to wear once he got out of the shower.

He asked me if he could come out now, and I told him yes and that I had an outfit for him to change into for me. I first showed him what I was going to make him wear for me, and then handed it to him. His eyes lit up and he happily obliged.

He came back out, shy and meek, stripped of any authority he possessed. I was his Mistress now and I wanted him crawling to me. I found it extremely arousing to see a man who is a prominent professional in the area buy me whatever I wanted and do whatever I wanted him to.

I was sitting on a chair and I made him come to me and fit my feet and then take off my shoes and worship my perfect soles and cute toes.

I don’t think I let him touch my pussy but I did let him crawl behind me and see my almost bare ass from below. He was so happy to do so, and Chrissy did not get an orgasm that evening either.

I think I spanked him a few times, made him suck a dildo and fuck himself with one after wearing a plug.

The evening concluded with us eating In-N-Out, talking about nothing and sharing things about our lives.

After I got into my car to head back home, I couldn’t believe the day I had and also realized financial domination and power exchange had me aroused more than vanilla foreplay ever did, and now I had to get home to take care of myself.

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again same disclosure on my initial post…

I wish I had the energy to post this sooner, as I have been wanting to divulge every detail about June 1st – 3rd. That weekend was the most memorable, fun, and eclectic experience I’ve had to date; I loved every moment of it and it would be a complete shame if I didn’t share.

Hope to make many of you sissies’ clitty twitch :*

A little background story… I had my first submissive when I was 22. A successful attractive man, a freak, a nasty ho. A man who as a sissy gave no fucks, energetic – there was never a dull moment with him. Lets call him Christina.

For x reason, we went on a hiatus and just stopped talking. Which was for the best, because I was going through a personal difficulty. After perhaps 9 months of not talking, he sends me an email signed with his real name, subject : “Has mistress been served better?”.

I was annoyed, but really wanted to see him again. Christina exudes sissy/submissive energy and I love that. I replied, asked him why he was contacting me again when we left in non speaking terms, to which he replied, “I came back withclitty hanging between my legs, begging mistress for another chance”. Super hot, definitely fed my ego and it would be a lie if I said that was not one of the factors that made me decide to see him again.

What could be hotter than power exchanging with a man who’s twice your age who works your dream job, spends money on you without flinching, and is physically attractive? Even though Christina can be sassy and bratty, I have a soft spot for her being the first bitch that degrades itself for me. I remember picking her outfit our first time together…

Okay I digress.

We met up at the parking lot of a local sex shop. I told him that he better pick the most stripper slutty attire to wear underneath a casual outfit, as of course, the point is for him to remind him who he really is underneath his professional clothes. A white whore. I chose a cute outfit for myself, nothing too special but I know I look good in all my outfits. I arrived to the lot, the axles of my car are fucked so I was readjusting my parking and that when I see Christina come in with it’s Mercedes-Benz. I finish park my car, again, and just sit in my car thinking, “Damn, I’m really going to hang out with this bitch again. Let’s see how this goes”. Christina peers into my car and waves at me and I smile back. As I get out of my car to get into his I notice its all busted. The right side mirror, cracked with glass missing. The gas panel, fucked too. Whatever, so I get into his car and this man cannot stop grinning at me, and I knew it was because I looked fucking HOT. Even hotter than when he saw me last. What a lucky sissy, what a privilege to be my first white slutty sissy ass – to serve me, entertain me, and to be in my presence. Maybe I was far too lenient, perhaps I should not have given that chance again but my little sissy really proved how sorry she was for displeasing me.

But first, we had to break Christina out of her shell. Wasn’t difficult for one to notice she was nervous. So I put my hand on her thigh and tell her its okay, that I understand she’s nervous and to talk it out. Apparently, my sissy slave hasn’t played since she last saw me and could no longer keep its submissive cravings bottled up.

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*more to come 😉 keep in mind this was 2 nights and 3 mornings.*